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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.