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 Djibouti and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blancmange to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Interpol,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.