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 Djibouti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Von Mondo to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.