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 Chile and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.