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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Rotary Connection to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Niagra,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.