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 Panama and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.