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 Belarus 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.