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 Iran and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Main Source,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.