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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 the Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.