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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moebius to the disco 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.