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 Iceland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
Swans,
Dark Day,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.