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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters to the funk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.