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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
The Invisible,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.