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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gun Club to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
MC5,
World's Most,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.