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 East Timor and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Nils Olav to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.