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 Belarus 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.