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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Jawbox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
PIL,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Jandek,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Can,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.