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 Ecuador and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Excepter to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.