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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Thompson Twins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Television,
Motorama,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.