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 Yemen and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.