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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grass Roots to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.