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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Guru Guru to the grunge 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.