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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.