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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 The Saints to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.