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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Animal Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.