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 Uruguay and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.