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 Canada and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 PIL to the electroclash 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Index,
JFA,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.