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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 John Foxx to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
the Normal,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.