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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marine Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Television,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.