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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Ken Boothe to the dance 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.