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 Bulgaria 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.