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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fela Kuti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.