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 Liberia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Raincoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Cluster,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.