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 Portugal and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Inner City to the electroclash 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Zapp,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.