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 Oman and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 The Residents to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.