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 St Lucia and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.