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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang of Four to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
Swans,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.