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 Cyprus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Liliput,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.