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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
The Names,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
Index,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.