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 Ireland and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Slave,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Wire,
CMW,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.