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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
cv313,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Nico,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
New Order,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.