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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.