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 Angola and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 John Foxx to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters 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?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.