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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Alton Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Technova,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.