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 Qatar and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Normal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.