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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 The Alarm Clocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
Can,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.