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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Panda Bear to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.