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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Panda Bear to the jazz 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Wire,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.