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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
The Fall,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.