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 San Marino 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.