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 Gambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Howard Jones to the rock 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army 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?
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.