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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 The United States of America to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
The Fall,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.