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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
Main Source,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.