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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Henry Cow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.