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 Bhutan 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.