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 Georgia and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 The Busters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Quantec,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
Section 25,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.