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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Gladiators to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.