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 St Lucia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
AZ,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.