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 Morocco and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Cluster to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.