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 Libya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.