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 Kosovo and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Neu! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Technova,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.