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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.