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 Gabon and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Black Dice to the techno 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.