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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fluxion to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo,
Magma,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
cv313,
John Holt,
Pagans,
PIL,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.