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 Barbados and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flesh Eaters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
Japan,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.