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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Shadows of Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.