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 Solomon Islands 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sight & Sound to the rap 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.