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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Lydon to the grunge 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.