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 Nepal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.