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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Das Ding to the punk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.