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 Canada and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.