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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 John Foxx to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.