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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Al Stewart to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.