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 Mongolia and from Milan.
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 Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 The Trojans to the grime 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.