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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
JFA,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.