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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
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 harpsichord 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 The Martian to the grime 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.