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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Residents to the dance 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.