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 Nicaragua 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.