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 Laos and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buckinghams 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.