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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Techniques to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.