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 Kazakhstan 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Surgeon to the electroclash 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.