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 Uganda and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dave Gahan to the rock 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Whodini,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.