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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Anakelly to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
June Days,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.