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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Toni Rubio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
Smog,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Josef K,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.