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 Croatia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Scion,
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Skriet,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.