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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.