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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.