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 France and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Graham Central Station to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.