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 United States and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.