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 Kuwait 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.