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 Egypt and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
Niagra,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.