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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Lower 48 to the techno 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.