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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.