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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
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 Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.