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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Wire to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
The Remains,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.