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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.