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 Senegal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Hoover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
Magazine,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.