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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.