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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.