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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.