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 Albania 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Detroit Cobras to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.