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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 The New Christs to the techno 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Wire,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
JFA,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
UT,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.