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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Cluster,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
EPMD,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.