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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.