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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.