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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alton Ellis to the disco 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.