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 Korea South and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton 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?
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.