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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Germs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
the Normal,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.