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 Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Los Fastidios to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Erasure,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.