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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 MDC 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.