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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Sheep to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.