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 Nepal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.