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 Macedonia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New York Dolls to the funk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.