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 Cape Verde and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Deakin to the rock 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.