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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
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 güiro 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 Little Man to the grime 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
Moebius,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.