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 Moldova and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bauhaus to the punk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.