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 Gabon and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.