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 Armenia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.