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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
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 Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
Harmonia,
New Order,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.