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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the punk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.