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 China and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grauzone to the grime 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.