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 South Sudan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Scott Walker to the grime 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Slave,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
The Index,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.