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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bauhaus to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.