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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.