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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Lungfish to the jazz 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.