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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Unwound 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.