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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
Television,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
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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.