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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.