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 South Sudan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eli Mardock to the rap 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Technova,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.