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 Syria 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.