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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rap 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Magma,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
UT,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.