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 Australia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Au Pairs to the disco 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.