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 Poland and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 B.T. Express to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
New Order,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.