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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Erasure,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.