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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Scientists to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.