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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Fluxion to the punk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.