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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.