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 Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Talk Talk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Fear,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
MDC,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.