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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rap 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.