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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Knickerbockers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.