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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
Make Up,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
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the Slits,
The Fall,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.