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 Lebanon and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.