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 Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 The Tremeloes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
The Monks,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.