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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pussy Galore to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
Skriet,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.