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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Half Japanese to the grunge 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.