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 Algeria and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.