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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buckinghams to the grime 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.