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 Iceland and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Hoover 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Mars,
Pole,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.