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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dave Gahan to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Mars,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.