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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the funk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.