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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.