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 Libya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television Personalities to the rock 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
Visage,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.