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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Inner City to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.