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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mad Mike to the funk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.