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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Smoke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.