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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.