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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Ultravox to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
UT,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
Excepter,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.