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 Mauritania and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
CMW,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.