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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Depeche Mode to the rap 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Mars,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.