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 Zambia and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.