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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.