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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.