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 Belize and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.