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 Barbados and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
the Association,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
Q65,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.