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 Palau and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jawbox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.