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 Grenada and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.