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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 The Barracudas to the techno 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.