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 Sudan and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk to the dance 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.