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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
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 mellotron 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 Subhumans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel 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 techno 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Television,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.