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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Monks,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.