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 Brunei and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Trojans to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
The Busters,
PIL,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
Q65,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.