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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fear to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.