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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 The Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.