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 Botswana 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Count Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.