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 India 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fortunes to the rock 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.