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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David McCallum to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Television,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
Can,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.