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 Afghanistan and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.