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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a theremin 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Franke,
Cameo,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.