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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Neil Young to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.