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 France and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.