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 Angola and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
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 marimba 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 Sugar Minott to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.