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 East Timor and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Icehouse to the grime 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
Faust,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.