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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.