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 Austria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Main Source to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
the Germs,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.