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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Mandrill to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.