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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 guitar 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.