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 Denmark and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.