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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Near to the techno 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.