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 Algeria and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
Monks,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.