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 Belgium and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stetsasonic to the dance 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Television,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.