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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
Moebius,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.