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 Nepal 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 spring reverb 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 The Kinks to the jazz 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Sound,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.