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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Gun Club to the rock 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
The Move,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Scion,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.