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 United States and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 ABBA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
cv313,
The Human League,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.