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 Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultravox 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
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.