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 Namibia and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 The Moleskins to the funk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
X-101,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.