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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.