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 Portugal and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Urselle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.