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 Malta and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 The Happenings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.