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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.