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 Samoa and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Tubeway Army 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.