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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.