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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.