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 Brazil and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.