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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Moody Blues to the rock 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.