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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Foxx to the disco 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.