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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.