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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalann to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Can,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.