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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yellowson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.