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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 The Doors to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.