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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.