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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Scan 7 to the grunge 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.