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 Syria and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Franke,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.