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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Wings,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.