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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Scott Walker to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
X-102,
Excepter,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth 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.