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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
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 clarinet 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 Deakin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.