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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Stetsasonic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.