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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.