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 China and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Ronan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Lyres,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.