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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bizarre Inc. 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
Magma,
PIL,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
Technova,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.