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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pylon to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.