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 Mexico and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Remains to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.