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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 The Dead C to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Franke,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.