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 Belize and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Simply Red to the punk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.