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 Iran and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.