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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
New Order,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.