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 Libya and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.