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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Thompson Twins 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.