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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 The Real Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.