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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hardrive to the crunk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.