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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.