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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pop Group to the dance 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.