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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Roxy Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 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?
MDC,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.