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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
the Normal,
DNA,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.