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 Brazil and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Half Japanese to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
Can,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Flipper,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
Q65,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
MDC,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
Zapp,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.