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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
Liliput,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
The Count Five,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.