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 Romania and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.