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 United States and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.