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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Bar-Kays to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.