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 San Marino and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
Rekid,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.