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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.