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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Deadbeat to the crunk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.