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 Panama 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.