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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sällskapet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
UT,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
10cc,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.