Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Colombia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lakeside to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Can,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.