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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.