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 Morocco and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
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 rhodes 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 New Age Steppers to the disco 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.