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 Ireland and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 The American Breed to the punk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.