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 Singapore and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.