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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Slave to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.