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 Philippines and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Don Cherry to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Magma,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.