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 Guatemala and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rap 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.