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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rapeman to the jazz 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.