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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deadbeat to the dance 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
Average White Band,
UT,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.