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 Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Smog,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.