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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
cv313,
The Trojans,
The Move,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.