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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.