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 Belarus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Rakim to the rock 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.