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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
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 arpeggiator 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 the Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
Monks,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.