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 Sweden and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.