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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vogues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
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.