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 Italy and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Kinks to the dance 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.