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 Serbia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.