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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Easy Going to the rap 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
ABC,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
Mars,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.