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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Ronan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
10cc,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.