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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
X-101,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.