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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DNA to the rock 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.