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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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-101 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.