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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Deepchord to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
The Index,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aswad,
Ossler,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.