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 Albania and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Move to the jazz 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.