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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the crunk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.