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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Monochrome Set to the techno 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
CMW,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.