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 Bulgaria 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rotary Connection to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.