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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 grime 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.