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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak 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?
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.