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 Austria and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.