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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.