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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Cure to the dance 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.