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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.