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 Brunei and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues 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?
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.