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 United States and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.