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 Estonia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.