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 Barbados and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Pole,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.