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 Morocco and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.