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 Ukraine and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 The Busters to the disco 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Rekid,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
The Count Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.