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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.