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 France and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the funk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.