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 Honduras and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.