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 Luxembourg and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.