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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.