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 Tunisia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Das Ding to the grunge 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.