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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Malaria! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Echospace,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.