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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Whodini to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.