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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sexual Harrassment to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.