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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
Suicide,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.