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 Taiwan and from Lille.
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 Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Skriet to the grime 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.