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 Peru and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Joy Division to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.