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 Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lakeside to the grime 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.