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 San Marino and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Make Up,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.