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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sun Ra to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
The Names,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Q65,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Smog,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.