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 Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.