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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
Visage,
the Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.