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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Can,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.