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 Georgia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Model 500 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.