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 Egypt and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.