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 Chile and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.