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 Guyana and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
Easy Going,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.