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 Paraguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q and Not U to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
the Association,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.