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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.