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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 10cc to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.