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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox 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?
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.