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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cheater Slicks 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.