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 Nepal and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.