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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Crash Course in Science 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Lyres,
Ronan,
cv313,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.