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 Slovenia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Fugazi to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.