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 Austria and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harmonia to the rap 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.