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 Sweden 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.