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 Bhutan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the grunge 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
The Sound,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Rakim,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.