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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Moss Icon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.