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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.