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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.