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 Canada and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blancmange 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pop Group,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.