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 the UAE and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.