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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.