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 Fiji and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Detroit Cobras 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.