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 Belgium and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears 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?
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
cv313,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
Nico,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.