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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
DNA,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Zapp,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.