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 Vietnam and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 June Days to the funk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.