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 Bahrain 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Television to the rock 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.