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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
PIL,
Jandek,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.