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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.