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 Belarus 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.