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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.