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 Cuba 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Das Ding to the electroclash 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.