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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.