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 Norway and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.