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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 the Bar-Kays 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.