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 Vanuatu 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Standells to the electroclash 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.