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 Malta and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
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 spring reverb 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 Sun Ra to the dance 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Pagans,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.