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 Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 World's Most to the grime 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.