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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Flash Fearless to the funk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.