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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
ABC,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.