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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Index to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Yazoo,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.