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 Pakistan and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.