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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
the Association,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Scientists,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.