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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Real Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.