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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
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 Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Harmonia to the jazz 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Interpol,
The Remains,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.