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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 The Fugs 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.