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 Portugal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 rhodes 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.