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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 cv313 to the rap 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
Basic Channel,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.