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 Zambia and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Whodini to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.