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 Jamaica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Ronan,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
X-102,
Sandy B,
Scion,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.