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 France and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jandek to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.