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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Flag to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.