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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Mojo Men to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
World's Most,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.