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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.