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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.