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 Mozambique 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mad Mike to the punk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Magazine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.