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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Cymande to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.