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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Q65,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.