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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.