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 Serbia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scientists to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.