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 Russia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minor Threat to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.