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 Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.