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 Oman and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.