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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Cheater Slicks 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.