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 Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Skarface to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.