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 Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Robert Hood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
The Index,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.