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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Germs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.