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 Egypt and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Remains to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.