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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deepchord to the rock 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
The Move,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.