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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Wire,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
The Wake,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.