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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fall to the rap 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Symarip,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.