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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Shoche,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.