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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.