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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
Nas,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.