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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Severed Heads to the grunge 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.