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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 The Remains to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.