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 Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Order to the crunk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.