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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 UT to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
MC5,
The Slits,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.