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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the techno 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
The Index,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.