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 Syria and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 The Raincoats to the funk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Inner City,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.