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 United States and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Soft Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.