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 Australia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.