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 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Smog,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.