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 East Timor and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Gahan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Wings,
Rekid,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
MC5,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.