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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Black Flag to the disco 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.