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 Chile and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.