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 Australia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Lyres to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.