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 Oman and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
Fear,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.