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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Don Cherry to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.