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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 The Blues Magoos to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.