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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skaos to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.