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 Chile and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glambeats Corp. to the funk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
The Gladiators,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.