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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Al Stewart to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.