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 Egypt and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.