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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
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 Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Offenders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
X-102,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.