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 Zambia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.