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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alarm Clocks to the techno 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.