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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Dice to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.
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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.