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 Congo and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MDC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Roxette,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
Excepter,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.