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 Congo and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Japan,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.