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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.