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 Nauru and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.