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 Croatia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Avey Tare to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.