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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 ABBA to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.