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 Kiribati and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.