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 Chad and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 The United States of America to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.