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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Index to the jazz 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 II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
Monks,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.