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 Nigeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dirtbombs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.