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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ice-T to the rap 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.