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 Albania and from Bologna.
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 Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.