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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Music Machine to the techno 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.