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 Nauru and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Germs,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.