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 Morocco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Reagan Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Magazine,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.