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 Sweden and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Index,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.