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 Brazil and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Television Personalities to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.