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 China and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.