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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amazonics to the jazz 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Skriet,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.