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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
Mars,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.