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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 John Foxx to the electroclash 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.