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 Bahamas and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
JFA,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.