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 Israel and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Almond to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.