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 Panama and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bauhaus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.