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 Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.