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 Zambia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.