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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Human League to the funk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.