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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Real Kids to the rap 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
Symarip,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Yaz,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.