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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Buckinghams to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef 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?
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Nas,
Fear,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Scion,
Ludus,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.