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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erykah Badu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.