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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
UT,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.