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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.