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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.