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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Magazine,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.