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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Detroit Cobras to the punk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.