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 Albania and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.