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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.