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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smog to the grime 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Skriet,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.