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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.