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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
UT,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.