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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bauhaus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.