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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Oneida to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Tres Demented,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
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Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Scion,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.