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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Divine Comedy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Busters,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.