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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Deepchord to the dance 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.