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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Flipper to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
MDC,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.