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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
Q65,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
John Holt,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.