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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.