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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Fear to the rock 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
the Normal,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.