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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
Ronan,
Pylon,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
The Selecter,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.