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 China and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
Q65,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.