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 Jordan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
Liliput,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Smog,
Faust,
The Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.