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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Ronan,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Little Man,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.