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 United States and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
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.