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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Blues Magoos to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.