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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Harmonia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.