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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
Nico,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
The Victims,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.