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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Divine Comedy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Bush Tetras,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.