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 Bhutan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Alton Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.