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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the disco 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-101,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.