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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
UT,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.