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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
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 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.