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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Skriet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Nico,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.