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 Greece and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Electric Prunes to the funk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.