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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Procol Harum to the rock 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.