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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.