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 Iraq and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 The Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.