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 Burkina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.