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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Index to the techno 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.