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 Panama and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Urselle to the disco 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
Monks,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.