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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.