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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 ABC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Inner City,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.