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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 The Stooges to the techno 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.