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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 The Misunderstood 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
Mars,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.