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 India and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.