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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Faraquet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.