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 Palau 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Mr. Review to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
Monolake,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
ABBA,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.