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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Hoover,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.