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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Anakelly to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.