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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
The Names,
Hashim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.