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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.