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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the rap 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.