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 Burkina and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.