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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Boredoms to the jazz 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.