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 Japan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.