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 St Lucia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Smog,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
The Victims,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.