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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toni Rubio 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
The Fall,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.