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 Comoros and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
DNA,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.