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 Romania and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Skaos to the rap 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
Suicide,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.