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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Gun Club to the crunk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.