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 Egypt and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Television to the disco 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
ABC,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.