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 Romania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 X-102 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.