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 Greece and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Can,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.