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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 FM Einheit to the dance 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
UT,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.