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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Niagra,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.