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 Botswana and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Max Romeo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Scion,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
Pylon,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.