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 Syria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pere Ubu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
Liliput,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.