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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
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 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
Rakim,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.