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 Ghana and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Make Up to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.