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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.