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 Poland and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.