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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faraquet to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.