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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
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 organ 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 Mantronix to the techno 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.