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 Poland and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 X-102 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Swans,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.