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 Greece and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Dead Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.