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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tim Buckley to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.