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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angry Samoans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.