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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Suburban Knight to the funk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.