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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 LL Cool J to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Swans,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
CMW,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.