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 Finland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.