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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.