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 the UAE and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.