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 Chad and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Josef K,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.